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on the basswood, so perhaps the latter has the better claim to have bred out 

 this insect; on the broken sumach, I captured a specimen of Lepturges querci, 

 and on a bruised branch of the basswood, just before leaving. I took Eupogonius 

 siiharmatus and Leptostyliis macula; this last I have taken 3 times on basswood 

 and rather more often on sumach; it is very fond of attaching itself to a branch 

 — usually of small girth — that has been bruised or broken, and there I presume 

 it oviposits. A few years ago my friend captured 8 or 10 of these insects and 3 

 or 4 of Goes oculatus in a few sumachs on the south edge of what we know locally 

 as the North Wood. The insects were nearly all on branches partly killed; 

 and the whole colony of sumachs where they were taken is now dead, I believe 

 almost entirely as the result of Lamiinid larvae; large numbers of Hyperplalys 

 aspersus and Liopiis alpha riddling the small branches, while Leptostylus and 

 Goes tunnel the thicker stems. The life of a sumach thicket, all observers will 

 readily admit, is remarkably short, shorter than that of an elder thicket, and 

 in nearly all cases the destruction is caused by insect borers. These light, 

 brittle woods with a pithy core being, it would seem, peculiarly prone. In the 

 particular section I am speaking of, equally deadly has been the work of the 

 weevil, Cryptorhynchus lapathi, among the willows bordering the small streams. 



We were now at the edge of our chosen trysting place, one of the prettiest 

 spots in all these northward tramps of ours. The time was ripe for lunch and 

 a rest on soft mossy turf, within sight and sound of birch and pine and running 

 water; a land of sunny upland pastures, of sumach thickets and shaded streams, 

 of rich, if somewhat swampy hardwoods. To the north ran a long windbreak of 

 pines that climbed suddenly up to the skyline over the shoulder of a great 

 bare hill, outpost of a whole host of others more distant, from a few of which 

 one sometimes caught a far-oflf glimpse both of Rice Lake and of Lake Ontario 

 at a single halt. It was among the branches of the last pine in sight on the 

 slope that I had got my first close view of a Mourning Dove one hot September 

 afternoon. On the edge of that sloping wood to the west, with its intersecting 

 runnels of cold spring water, we seldom failed to mark, in May or early June, 

 the gorgeous plumage of the Scarlet Tanager and hear its pleasing notes; under 

 its pines abound morels and the Gyromitra or Curly Cap, a rich mahogany- 

 brown cousin of the Morel ;once or twice in its sequestered dells we had been held 

 spell-bound by the exquisite grace of the Yellow Ladies' Slipper, and once at 

 least by the deathly still, pale beauty, appalling in its tranquillity, of the De- 

 stroying Angel {Amanita phalloides). Just north of us runs eastward a path 

 leading to the Bethel road; and here on its south margin, beyond a spongy bit 

 of marsh where spears of the Adder's Tongue fern thrust up, if you look about 

 you carefully, you will make the same happy discovery that I made many 

 years ago, the double surprise of a whole row of blue beech, that somewhat 

 uncommon kinsman of the Ironwood or Hop hornbeam, and beyond them, 

 hidden from the path by some cedars, a flourishing colon\- of the Hay-scented 

 Fern {Dicksonia pilosiuscula) with its beautiful spreading fountain of finely 

 cut green fronds; the only station I know for this species within 10 miles of 

 Port Hope. A few yards south of where we were lunching, under a fringe of 

 evergreen, while gathering morels one day in May, I flushed a partridge from 

 its nest of 13 eggs. The whole place teemed with happy memories! As the 



